RETURN OF THE FORGOTTEN BRIDE

Natalie's POV: “Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead..” Richard's voice, deep and ever sexy, was what pulled me out of Dreamland where I was riding ponies and back into reality, where I was sleeping, on Richard's bed, after a night where I'd been riding his d**k. How was he up so early after we wore ourselves out? Damn. I guessed that being the CEO of a thriving company required one to get only a couple hours of deep sleep on a regular day, anyway. “What time is it?” I asked weakly, turning my bare body which was covered by his silk sheets. He was in a pair of boxer shorts, which highlighted his well built body and hairy chest - which I could kill for, by the way. “Time for you to wake up, Natalie,” he said in a singsong manner before pouncing on me, playfully, and tickling my ribs. “Richard, Richard, cut it out!” I said, in between laughter, as I thrashed about. However, he ignored my protests and continued working on my ribs, drawing even more uncontrolled laughter from me, with his gentle but firm hands. When he finally stopped, he leaned in further and began planting kisses on my cheek. “Had a good night's sleep, huh?” He asked. “Yeah, but after what you did to me yesterday, I will be needing a few more hours,” I said, teasing. He'd taken me out on a date, the previous evening, as part of a way to spend time together before he'd head to Manchester, England, on a business trip, and naturally we'd ended up back at his house. One thing had led to another and, as expected, we'd ended up in bed. The night had been so long that I was still feeling very sore and unfit to go anywhere. Luckily, I was the daughter of Harold Johnson, a billionaire, so I didn't have to worry about being late for some job.. I could afford to enjoy the moment with my man. “Hey, are you hungry?” He asked, finally getting up and walking towards the door, “I'm starving, so I'm thinking of making some toast.. You down?” “No, I'm okay.. I'm not hungry,” I replied icily. And he noticed it. “What's wrong? Are you okay?” Richard asked, noticing the drastic change in my tone. He was always so observant and attentive to the slightest change in my emotions. “Yeah.. I'm.. I'm okay..” As I expected, he was back by my side in an instant, wrapping his arms around me and snuggling up to me. “What is it, Natalie?” And so I decided to speak up. “Look, I know you have an obligation to your company and you can't just bail on the business trip but I can't help but feel terrible about it. I mean, I thought spending some time together before you left would help but it just makes me feel worse. As though you're giving me a fraction of you before going away for eternity..” Richard chuckled, his breath warm on my skin. “Nattie.. It's just three weeks, not eternity..” “Well, it's eternity to me,” I snapped. I didn't appreciate him trying to joke when I was being serious. “We're about to be married, Richard, but you act like we're still highschool lovers. I expect commitment from you, real commitment, and dates every once in a blue moon will not cut it. How do I know you're going to be there for me when we do get married?” “Okay, okay, I'm sorry.. And I understand how you feel but, as you said, I have an obligation, and the fact that I spend so much time away from you hurts me, I swear it. But as CEO, I need to be there to represent the company, if not we'll lose money..” “Aren't you rich enough already? I mean, Richard, you're worth $15 billion! 15! Do you really have to leave?” “Someone's doing their research,” he said, jokingly as he stroked my back, underneath the sheets. But then he answered the question: “The company can only grow if every member of staff makes the necessary sacrifices, Nattie, and I'm the CEO.. No one else has more sacrifices to make than me. I need to be able to forego things -” “Even me, Richard? You're going to forego me?” I asked. “I never said that, stop trying to guilt trip me, Natalie,” he replied in his usual calm, unperturbed manner. “Guilt trip you? You were implying that, just now!” I snapped back, “Listen, Richard, I do not want to go this route with you.. You know you deprive me too much attention, and it's all for work! I can't tie the knot with a man who is likely to keep bailing on me! I just can't! I need to know that I matter, I need to, Richard!” He was silent for a bit and I felt uncertain about how he was taking my drama this morning. Then he spoke up: “Do you want to come with me?” At this, I sat up slightly. “Can I?” “If you want to.. I'll be going with my jet, and it's definitely big enough for two,” he said, flashing his sparkling white teeth. I was incredibly excited but I was careful not to show it too much, so I simply shrugged and said, “Okay, then, just text me the time of take off.” “That's it? All that drama and you're not even going to show some gusto?” He asked. “You have a lot to make up for, Richard Temple, so don't think we're square just because of this,” I said sulkily. I remained intentionally unresponsive until he began to kiss my neck, again. Just as I was about to give in to him, my cell phone, which was on the bedside table, beeped twice; a text message. I stretched my right arm to grab it but Richard stopped me, holding the arm and raising it until he could access my right breast, which he duly took in his right hand and began tonguing the n****e which was as hard as an ice block. “Richard.. mmm.. Richard,” I protested gently, already feeling little electrical vibrations from the n****e licking he was doing. I tried to stretch my free left arm, in another attempt to grab my phone, but he also took hold of that arm, tilted me towards himself and began licking and nibbling both of my boobs. I could only gasp and moan as he worked on me, his face dug into my chest, and I was in a powerless position: both hands held high and my legs beginning to spread. He kept at it for a few more minutes until my wetness was beginning to make keeping my legs clasped together difficult. And when I finally spread them, he mounted me and was about to slide into me when my phone interrupted us. This time, it was a phone call. “Honey I have to take this,” I said in between short breaths. Richard groaned with dissatisfaction but then he dismounted me; not letting his desires impede on mine. Another reason I loved him to the moon. “I'll make it up to you, honey, I promise,” I said, finally reaching for the phone. However, as I pressed it to my ear to take the call, which happened to be from the maid at my father's mansion, I was not prepared for the information I received: “Natalie.. Come quickly.. It's your father.. He's dead!!”